No way of going back by Ivan Donn Carswell
It was my life in fast review, initially at double speed until I learned which functions scrolled the images on screen. I could pause, freeze frame advance, endlessly replay and alter sound although the thing would not allow fast forward beyond the here and now; but I could live with that. For hours I was enthused, then bored I pressed the little square thinking that I’d watch another life that was attractive; at best I had expected what ensues on changing channels. I regret that even with the manual, when you press the stop in life there is no way of going back. © I.D. Carswell
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